That’s where the list ends.
“What would you do if I asked you the same question, huh?” I throw it back in his face, not expecting an answer, and round him to get to the exit.
“I’d laugh.” His voice is low.
I stop dead.
“What?” I turn around. We’re so close I can smell his cologne again, but I don’t move away. Not that I could even if I wanted to. My back is up against the door at this point.
“I said I’d laugh,” he repeats.
I arch an eyebrow. “Why?”
A sigh hisses between his teeth, and I get the sense that he’s fighting his impulses. Then he leans in, holding my gaze as he rasps, “Because you’re it for me, Diamond Mitchell.”
My breathing quickens, only to stall a few seconds later.
“You’re the goal. You’re the finish line. You’re the only endgame worth fighting for, and I find the thought of sleeping with another girl fucking laughable. That’s why.”
He cups my face with both hands, and I regret not running away when I had the chance.
He brings his mouth inches away from mine. “You’re it for me, and I’m it for you. You can fight it all you want, but deep down, you know it’s true.”
Slowly, I remove his hands from my cheeks, careful to look him in the eyes as I blow his hopes to pieces.
“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind when Chance is taking my clothes off tonight.”
His jaw goes slack, and I think I see something shattering in his eyes, but I don’t stick around long enough to watch him fall apart. I believe him now. I believe that Finn has changed. But what he doesn’t understand is…
I have, too.